I once knew a boy who had bled so many times, that he no longer cared for pain. I once knew a boy who rather be bitten than ignored. I once knew a boy who had nothing to lose - and everything to gain. I once knew a boy with salted water in his veins, and ashes of burnt ships in his nose. I once knew a boy who held darkness on a string, and brightness on a thought. I once knew a boy made of ice shards and scars, who could not care less for the world - but did rather sail than die.












